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Hi can I request a yandere roommate dabi with a reader who doesn't know he is a villain and has crush on him but decide to forgot him and go on a date how would he react? :>

Yandere Dabi + roommate reader headcanons

Oh, honey. 

You are so dumb. To think that going out on a date with someone else is acceptable? Seriously? 

But... he likes that about you, in a way. He likes your naivety and your cluelessness and your inability to recognize a notorious villain when they’re vibing on your couch.

So he can’t be entirely mad at you. He knows that you’re... flighty, now and then. You work too hard for little pay and you’re tired all the time and you’re desperate enough that were willing to take in a mysterious roommate with bizarre hours and a penchant for paying in wads of cash.

He even recognizes your crush on him--and it’s adorable, really, you’re too fucking cute. He can’t wait to reel you in and make you the perfect partner.

Which is why he’s rather shocked that you would go out on a date with someone else. He thought you knew better. 

Still, he’s generous with you. He lets you get away with things others wouldn’t dream of doing.

So he’ll take it out on your unfortunate date, rather than you. 

If they come home with you, he’ll make sure he’s up and about, front and center. He’ll act nice and pull your date aside, but still talking loud enough that you can hear, that you are a super awesome person and they’d better treat you right! 

Whether they come home with you or not, he has his ways of finding out where they live.

You’re none the wiser as to Dabi’s feelings. He’s great at putting up a front. Things are going just fine.

Until your date is found, some days later, dead in an unfortunate accident. Apartment fire. Terrible. Horrible burns. The medical examiner won’t release the full details to the public, they’re that disturbing.

You’re upset and scared, of course you are. And Dabi is right there to offer you a helping hand and a shoulder to cry on.

He’ll hold you extra close, pulling you in and rubbing your back.

"Shit, I’m really sorry (Y/N)... they seemed really nice. You deserve someone like that, someone who wants to take care of you, someone who appreciates you.”

This might be the perfect time for your first kiss. 

Hi can I request a yandere roommate dabi with a reader who doesn't know he is a villain and has crush on him but decide to forgot him and go on a date how would he react? :>

Yandere Dabi + roommate reader headcanons

Oh, honey. 

You are so dumb. To think that going out on a date with someone else is acceptable? Seriously? 

But... he likes that about you, in a way. He likes your naivety and your cluelessness and your inability to recognize a notorious villain when they’re vibing on your couch.

So he can’t be entirely mad at you. He knows that you’re... flighty, now and then. You work too hard for little pay and you’re tired all the time and you’re desperate enough that were willing to take in a mysterious roommate with bizarre hours and a penchant for paying in wads of cash.

He even recognizes your crush on him--and it’s adorable, really, you’re too fucking cute. He can’t wait to reel you in and make you the perfect partner.

Which is why he’s rather shocked that you would go out on a date with someone else. He thought you knew better. 

Still, he’s generous with you. He lets you get away with things others wouldn’t dream of doing.

So he’ll take it out on your unfortunate date, rather than you. 

If they come home with you, he’ll make sure he’s up and about, front and center. He’ll act nice and pull your date aside, but still talking loud enough that you can hear, that you are a super awesome person and they’d better treat you right! 

Whether they come home with you or not, he has his ways of finding out where they live.

You’re none the wiser as to Dabi’s feelings. He’s great at putting up a front. Things are going just fine.

Until your date is found, some days later, dead in an unfortunate accident. Apartment fire. Terrible. Horrible burns. The medical examiner won’t release the full details to the public, they’re that disturbing.

You’re upset and scared, of course you are. And Dabi is right there to offer you a helping hand and a shoulder to cry on.

He’ll hold you extra close, pulling you in and rubbing your back.

"Shit, I’m really sorry (Y/N)... they seemed really nice. You deserve someone like that, someone who wants to take care of you, someone who appreciates you.”

This might be the perfect time for your first kiss. 

At The Window [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: At The Window [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: You don’t want to let him in… but you have to.

Prompt: yandere Dabi + “You have to invite me in.”

Word Count: 1577

Notes: yandere, noncon kissing, implications of future noncon, descriptions of flashback teenage romance

Tap. Tap. Tap.

There’s someone tapping at your balcony window.

At first, you thought the sounds were the start of summer rain, and you welcomed the inevitable cool air it would provide. But the taps were too distinct, too separated, too human to be soft sprinkles of water dotting against the glass.

No, it wasn’t rain. It was a person. A person that wanted in. You weren’t dumb: why would someone want in your room in the middle of the night? To hurt you or rob you or kill you or…

Tap. Tap. Tap.

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Monthly Visitor [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: Monthly Visitor [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: You haven’t had your period for months. You should feel relieved that it’s back, but dealing with your period while being kidnapped by a villain isn’t exactly fun and games. 

Word Count: 2301

Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, afab reader, period symptoms, mentions of sexual assault/noncon, mentions of past burns and abuse

The first missing period had made you feel sick. You didn’t mention it to your captor, and if he’d even bothered to realize that you didn’t get your period that month, he didn’t say anything. You preferred to discuss your body as little as possible with him, though that didn’t stop him from touching you in any way he wanted. Including in the way that made you worry over the missing period in the first place.

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At The Window [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: At The Window [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: You don’t want to let him in… but you have to.

Prompt: yandere Dabi + “You have to invite me in.”

Word Count: 1577

Notes: yandere, noncon kissing, implications of future noncon, descriptions of flashback teenage romance

Tap. Tap. Tap.

There’s someone tapping at your balcony window.

At first, you thought the sounds were the start of summer rain, and you welcomed the inevitable cool air it would provide. But the taps were too distinct, too separated, too human to be soft sprinkles of water dotting against the glass.

No, it wasn’t rain. It was a person. A person that wanted in. You weren’t dumb: why would someone want in your room in the middle of the night? To hurt you or rob you or kill you or…

Tap. Tap. Tap.

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At The Window [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: At The Window [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: You don’t want to let him in… but you have to.

Prompt: yandere Dabi + “You have to invite me in.”

Word Count: 1577

Notes: yandere, noncon kissing, implications of future noncon, descriptions of flashback teenage romance

Tap. Tap. Tap.

There’s someone tapping at your balcony window.

At first, you thought the sounds were the start of summer rain, and you welcomed the inevitable cool air it would provide. But the taps were too distinct, too separated, too human to be soft sprinkles of water dotting against the glass.

No, it wasn’t rain. It was a person. A person that wanted in. You weren’t dumb: why would someone want in your room in the middle of the night? To hurt you or rob you or kill you or…

Tap. Tap. Tap.

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Corsets and Blackmail [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: Corsets and Blackmail [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: Dabi wants you in a corset. What Dabi wants, lately, Dabi gets.

Word Count: 1630

Notes: Yandere, implied noncon, mentions of body mods, improper use of a corset, very uncreative title

You inhale, eager to catch your breath, and you instantly regret it. The relief of a full breath is instantly replaced with an uncomfortable pressure, as he uses the moment to further tighten the corset he’d tossed at you earlier that afternoon. It took bribery, then outright threats, but you eventually agreed to let him put it on you.

Another decision you’re regretting.

“It’s not–” you try to exhale, to catch more breath. “It’s not supposed to be this tight.”

In response, he merely gives the bottom laces another firm tug, and you can feel the flesh of your hips underneath the leather squishing out, pushing in vain against the firm material that he’s tightened to a ridiculous degree.

You grunt, and squirm, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Your hands are pressed up against the wall, and you occasionally lean your forehead against n the cool material for support. But it’s not like you could fight Dabi off (you never could, even when you were actually dating and your fights were playful) and even if you could manage to get away from his grip, you’d never make it out of the room without a bruising grip and heated warning.

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Down the Drain [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: Down the Drain [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: You and Dabi have a little… chat in the bathroom.

For request:

Anonymous said: If your requests are open could you do yandere dabi x fem reader? Like I’ll take anything with yandere dabi- anyways it’s cool if your not feeling up to it/sent you interested. Djjd ps: I adore your weighting and you’re such a lovely weighter (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

Word Count: 1000ish

notes: yandere, vomiting/sickness (not graphic)

Your knees smack down hard against the bathroom tile and you barely have time to think before you hunch over the toilet bowl and retch out some of your partially digested dinner. 

For once, you’re glad that Dabi is an asshole who always leaves the toilet seat up–just a few moments ago, you were anxiously perched on the end of your shared bed, watching Dabi intently; then the sudden urge to vomit overcame you and it’s only thanks to your reflexes and Dabi’s terrible habit that you didn’t throw up all over the floor.

You take in a heaving breath and brace your hands against the side of the toilet. You cringe as you hear Dabi’s footsteps on the tile. You retch again and out of the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his leg and bracing his foot against the rim of the tub, leaning in closer to get a look at you.

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Just a Name (Yandere Dabi x Reader)

Ttile: Just a Name (Yandere Dabi x Reader)

Word Count: 400

Synopsis: Request for “Dabi and the prompt ‘Just tell me their name and I’ll make this all better.’?”

Notes: Yandere, violence 

You press your back against the wall, but the chilled winter air seeping through the poor insulation does little to comfort you when the source of your growing fear and anxiety is taking yet another slow, deliberate step closer.

“Babe,” Dabi says, drawing the nickname out in a syrupy way that he knows crawls under your skin. “I’m not asking for much here, am I? Tell me his name.”

You shake your head swiftly, staring down at the old carpet. “No.” 

Dabi stretches his arms out with a deceptive laziness, pressing his palms flat against the wall and effectively pinning you in place. Not that he needed more than his intense gaze to keep you rooted to the spot.

“I love your spirit,” he says, “But know I’m only so patient. Make this easier on yourself and maybe I won’t have to get nasty this time, yeah?”

At that, you look up, helpless. “Please,” you say, “Please don’t–I don’t want you to hurt him.”

Dabi scoffs and his expression darkens. “Why? Still in love with this asshole?” You can feel heat begin to rise around you and you shiver in fear. 

“No!” You say swiftly, desperately. You feel the itch of an old burn scar, the remnant of the last time Dabi felt jealous of an old ex and demanded you hand over his name. You’d refused, up until Dabi got nasty, and you’d spilled out his name among sobs of pain. The name of an old ex that was, as Dabi delighted in telling you when he’d returned from his little ‘mission,’ now nothing but charred ashes blowing in the wind.

You feel sick to your stomach and can’t stop tears from spilling over.

“I just… I don’t want anyone else hurt because of me.”

The thought of being the cause of someone else’s pain and suffering, and the thought of your own suffering, emotional and physical, causes the dam to break. You begin to sob, openly, instinctively leaning into Dabi for comfort as you’d learned to do. You can do little more than mumble incoherent begging–please, please, please–as his warm hands wrap around you.

You feel him rub your back; his hands were both soothing and terrifying, a threat and a comfort, and your mind tries to grapple with the unsteady grey space you’re thrust into as he holds you.

He leans in close, his breath tickling your ear. You feel goosebumps crawling up your arm as he presses his lips against your earlobe. “Just tell me their name and I’ll make this all better.”

(Horrorfest) ‘Don’t Fall Asleep’ Dream Demon Dabi x Reader

Title: Don’t Fall Asleep (Dream Demon Dabi x Reader)

Synopsis: Inspired by A Nightmare on Elm Street. ‘Whatever you do… don’t. fall. asleep.’

Word Count:

Notes: Kinda-yandere, horror, violence, implied assault

You nervously chew on your bottom lip. You hate this habit, because you think it makes you look like a ridiculous schoolgirl. It reminds you of the many pasts that you left behind, the old versions of yourself that you shed like old coats when you first started college, then again when you graduated, and once more when you moved to  a new city. Always running, always on the move, at least until meeting actual friends and landing an almost fulfilling job in a city thriving with life and culture made you set down roots.

Roots which were currently threatening to wear thin, to rot and mold underneath your feet. All because of your dreams… all because of Dabi. 

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Osamu Dazai Yandere Alphabet

this was requested by a lot of people and i wrote it awhile ago but am only posting it now bc i spent way too much time fussing over whether it was any good lol.

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Decided to do a part 2 (due courtesy of @an-ambivalent and @definitetrashlord for motivating me to even continue this series HEHE💖)

Pt. 1

Tw: manipulation, dubcon, language

It isn’t the cum that slides down your legs continuously, nor the black and blue marks that so obviously covers the expanse of your neck at all times, no.

It’s the constant surveillance you’re under, it’s the lack of conversation you get from your comrades, it’s the way you mold and shift for however he wants you to be that solidifies his hold on you.

The attack from three weeks ago feels like yesterday, the way he held your head up by your hair after he was done ruining you and crooned in your ear that you were his now, and you’d be suicidal if you continued to lash out on his godsent decision plays like a broken record in your head.

You can’t look him in the eyes now, only meekly staring at his feet when he orders you to stand in front of him. Sometimes he’ll circle you and invade in your personal space, standing behind you and leaning in close behind your ear, simply inhaling you and saying nothing. Other times when no one’s around he’ll lounge back on the couch with a beer in his hand, spreading his knees wide while he lazily orders you to dance for him, slowly stripping away your self esteem and clothes simultaneously.

He doesn’t seem to outwardly mind the silence that seeps from you anymore, now that he has your body and attention focused solely on him.

Even Tomura has stopped talking to you just for fun. He’ll try and make a snipe at you, fruitlessly expecting your once-usual comebacks, but all you can do is blearily smile at him.

It makes everyone uneasy how quickly you’ve been reduced to nothing.

You couldn’t leave even if you tried to. Your medical skills were too valuable to be rejected, and Dabi’s scrutinizing tabs on you wouldn’t allow for even a foot stepped outside if not for Shigaraki’s missions.

Even your meals are meager at best, mainly consisting of copious amounts of alcohol and shitty ambiguous burnt food that pops up on the counters randomly.

You feel dirty, like a disease-infested rat. No amount is showering from the dingy stalls, no amount of cheap soap bars wittled down on your body erases the feeling of being used.

Dabi has never been in more love than he has now.

He hopes you like the food he makes, secretly placing it on the bar counter seconds before you sit down. Sure, the food might be a little burnt, but it’s still your favorite right?

It doesn’t matter how expensive the shower products are, he thinks they smell nice and that they’d smell even better on you. Shigaraki can fuck off, he’s not spending too much revenue on his girl, it’s the bare minimum he can do to show you how much he appreciates you playing by his rules...even if he can never say it out loud.

And his favorite part at the end of every day is putting his surely-misplaced words of affection into action, where he can scream with his body against yours how long he’s wanted you for, how thankful he is to any deity that exists that you’ve been placed in his care.

Dabi might be in love, but he’s not stupid though.

He sees the way your body becomes more and more deteriorated, notices the small change of you hesitation to answer him, the way you can never truly look at him, how you retreat to his room more and more(your room has just become a guest room now after he burned all your belongings, rendering you completely dependent on him to supply you with scratchy clothes and feminine products, no matter how embarrassing it is for you). It’s so frustrating to him- you’re not actually doing anything wrong, but you’re not doing it right either. How long does he have to keep threatening you for? Why can’t you just be happy with him? At least pretend like he’s not the villain for once.

He just feels so passionately for you, a word he never thought would be used in his vocabulary. It all bottles up, and sometimes he feels like he isn’t expressing his feelings of love, jealousy at you not giving him enough attention at times, concern over your quiet demeanor, and wanting of you enough.

You’ve never been more broken than you are now.

If it wasn’t bad enough that you bend at his every beck and call, he expects you to understand his body language and cravings without him even saying anything, which is more so often than not. He just stares at you for so, so long. You originally tried to get up and leave after he dragged you over to the couch and plopped you down, but immediately stilled after smoke began curling from his wrists.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing.”

You look at him incredulously, but his lids are lowered at you as he smokes a blunt. And so you exhale in annoyance and run a hand through your hair, closing your eyes to avoid looking into his unnerving glacial eyes.

It’s too bad you don’t see the big red hearts in them that break when you turn away from him.

You’re just so pretty, how can you expect him not to stare?

He tries to get you to do weird things too when you guys are alone and he’s not plowing you into the mattress.

Once on a cool winter night a majority of the League was out hunting for recruits. Dabi, you, and Spinner had done your quotas already-or,rather, Dabi had yanked you by your wrist alongside him through the dark alleyways, growling at you to “Keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking. If I see you looking at any one of these trash kindlings I’ll burn the whole alley up and force you to watch”.

And so while the rest of the party was out, Spinner had mumbled something about needing to take a piss with a pointed glare from Dabi and you were left alone again with your...boyfriend?

He sits down on the crumbling leather and gives you a once over, not saying anything.

You fidget in place, thinking he was going to make you give him another slutty show.

Moments pass, and he snaps, “Well?”

“W-well what?”

“Are you just gonna stand there like some braindead bitch? Sit down.” He leers at you.

You drop into the loveseat at the other end, looking down at your lap. You can’t see his expression, but he scoffs in disbelief.

“Are you actually slow? Get the fuck over here, it’s cold as shit.”

And so you scooch over to him regrettably, knees touching with his as you squirm.

He leans forward and turns to face you, reaching out a hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He notices you trembling and squeezing your eyes shut, so he stops midway.

He sits back again and as soon as you feel his presence retreat you let out our breath.

It hurts his heart to hear it.

You solely turn to face him when he doesn’t say anything, and he points to one of the grimy blankets strewn over the side of the tv. He grunts, and you catch his drift.

You get up to retrieve it, and hear his gravelly voice. “Get the remote too.”

When both items are brought back, Dabi snatches the blanket from you and drapes it over himself contentedly.

What am I, an errand girl?

He tosses the remote at you to your surprise, and you look at him with raised eyebrows.

He props his cheek against a fist and stares briefly at the tv.

You take your chances and press the on button on the remote.

The ancient monitor comes to life, and it takes a few minutes of scrolling through the channels and glancing at Dabi’s face to decide the appropriate one to watch. You settle on some old slasher finally after seeing the scowl on his face lessen at the sight of a rusted blade chopping through some guy’s shoulders.

It’s weird to be sitting there with your bully-turned-beau, watching a horror flick as if your relationship with him was normal. You’re surprised he hasn’t jumped your bones yet, it’s what he always wants to do these days as if you’re planning on leaving and it’s his last dying wish to fuck you.

But he does nothing except for sit there, gazing at the screen with unblinking eyes, bouncing his knee.

He wants you near him.

What, does he have to spell it out for you? Why do you think he even sat you next to him with a blanket and a shitty movie?

Dabi expected you to snuggle up to him the moment you say back down. It’s rather insulting that you haven’t so far, if he’s being honest. Why would a fire user like him need a blanket to keep warm? That was for you.

And the horror movie? The only reason he allowed you to put it on is because he wanted you to jump, scream, flinch-hell, do something so he can put an arm around you and tease you for being scared!

But you just sit there. Stock-still, like a deer caught in headlights. Hands in your lap, back straight up, it bothers him that you’re not relaxing around him.

“Aren’t you cold?” You jump at the break in silence.

Indeed it is cold, the chilly winter draft seeping through the crumbling foundations of the old bar. But you’d resist, not wanting to know where he was going with this.

“Uh, no, I’m good thanks.”

He looks at you like you’re crazy. “You’re literally shaking cold, doll. Come here.”

You turn to him beseechingly, very much not wanting to prolong this. “Dabi...”

You’re met with an icy glare.

And so you begrudgingly scoot closer to him, barely a few inches away. Gingerly picking up the corner of the blanket, you place it over your lap in a faux effort to warm yourself.

Dabi rolls his eyes when he sees this, and pulls you by your arms to fall against his chest.

You gasp lightly at how warm his torso is, and can’t help the shiver that passes over you.

Unable to stop yourself from chasing the warmth amidst the cold night, you huddle closer to him, pressing your palms against his chest to feel more of his heat.

He looks down at your head and gives the slightest twitch of his lips.

His heart swells, and he hopes you don’t hear how embarrassingly loud it’s pounding against your hands.

You slowly start melting in his hold, shifting your leg up adjoining his to seek out more heat, and it makes his cock twitch slightly. He likes you like this: pliant, easy, comfortable. He just wishes you’d talk more, and with less of that apprehension and fear in your eyes

Some minutes pass, the slasher fic having been ended and changing to a rom-com. Dabi doesn’t remember the last time he saw one of those. It must have been back when he was Touya, back when his mom would bake his favorite cookies and him and Fuyumi-chan and Natsu would chase each other around-

You stir in his arms, mumbling a bit from dozing off. Dabi gazes at you, wondering when the day would be when you bake him his favorite meals, when he gets to chase you around and make you giggle instead of chasing you like prey and making you scream.

He rubs up and down you arms soothingly with hot palms as you murmur and begin to wake up. You sit up from his chest and rub your eyes, yawning widely all the while.

It’s only when you focus on him smirking down at you that you jump back as if you’ve been electrocuted.

His smile drops at that.

You scowl at his proximity, mentally face-palming at how you could’ve been lulled to sleep so easily by this dickhead. It wasn’t even that cold, how could you have warmed up so easily to him?

A blast of icy air seemingly coming from nowhere settled over your bones and you shivered violently, rubbing your arms that were warm a minute ago.

Okay, maybe it was a bit cold. But you’d be damned if you willingly became vulnerable for him any more than you had to.

“Is someone tired?” He teased, his white teeth gleaming with his sickening grin.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed,” you mutter and avert your eyes, getting up to go upstairs.

“Good idea, I think I’ll come too.” You don’t need to turn around to hear the smug laughter in his voice, knowing full well that he was making fun of you.

You grumble and stalk upstairs with him right at your heels. At one point he lifts his gaze just to see your cute ass sashaying side-to-side with every step you took up.

He can’t help himself when he reaches a hand out and squeezes the flesh there, causing you to yelp and shoot up the stairs even faster.

Dabi shakes his head and snickers to himself, beelining after you to his quarters.

It’s a medium size-room, not meant for two people but that doesn’t stop him from cramming you in here every night.

You’re already glowering at his sheets, yanking them back and getting ready to dive in when a sudden thought strikes him.

“Have you eaten yet?” He leans against the door, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“Yes.” Comes your muddled answer from beneath the comforter.

You did not, in fact, eat anything for almost a day and a half. You couldn’t do it, your stomach was constantly in knots from his presence.

“Don’t lie to me,” his nostrils flare and he glares at you.

“I said I ate already.”

“Yeah? When exactly? ‘Cause if I remember right, i haven’t seen you leave my sight for almost 36 hours now, and none of that time includes when you ate.”

You stay silent, fuming underneath the covers. Why the hell was he so concerned about you? It pisses you off that he’s putting up a fake act of caring about you, just so that he feels less guilty about raping you.

He sighs and shifts to open the door. “Stop being such a bratty little shit. You were doing so well earlier, so keep it that way unless you wanna piss me off.”

Dabi turns the knob and takes a step out of the room. “I’ll ask you one last time before I choose myself- what do you wanna eat?”

“Eat shit.”

It’s so faint and muffled, but he hears it. His eyes widen marginally, his jaw clenches and the brass knob under his inflamed palm starts to steam and bubble.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“I said eat shit!” You throw the covers off and glare at him full on. “Stop pretending like you actually like me, or that you care about me. You’re a crazy fucking rapist, you’re not my father for gods’ sake, so stop trying to be this fake good person!”

The only sound around the room is your soft panting and the squeaking of bubbling metal. Then, it stop.

He steps forward, and speaks softly. “You want me to be the villain so bad?”

Another step forward, and you instinctively retract your legs from the edge of the bed.

“Fine. We’ll play your little game. You’re not leaving this room until I say so, or eating until I give you permission, since that’s what you wanted anyways. Wanna act like a stone cold bitch? Be my guest.”

His posture immediately relaxes, and his smug smile returns as he crosses the room to flip onto the bed.

You look at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”

He turns over and scrolls through his phone.

There’s no way he’s serious. Is he actually planning on keeping you in this room? You’re already limited to the base as it is with him breathing down your back, no way in hell you’d tolerate even more confinement.

Just to check his bluff, you slowly slip off the bed and pad towards the door, one eye over your shoulder to check that he hadn’t turned around. But the second your hand outreaches for the disfigured blob of cooling metal on the door, a massive wave of blue flames lash out mere inches from your hand and between the knob.

You scream and clutch your hand, leaping backwards.

“What the fuck, Dabi?!”

He says nothing, but continues to smirk at his phone.

You take a deep breath and are about to try to open it again his his raspy voice calls out, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. My nursing skills aren’t as good as yours. And even if you do manage to sever your hand and try again, if you leave then I’ll personally make sure Shigaraki withdraws all your missions here on out.”

You pause at that, cursing under your breath. As much as you knew he’d never admit it to your face, your leader needed Dabi for long distance combat. He was the second most powerful member in the group, so his word was scripture after Shigaraki’s himself. He would do anything Dabi would say if it meant keeping him in the League. You, however, were expendable at the end of the day.

Sighing, you trudge your way back to the rickety bed, grumbling under your breath. He says nothing, simply continuing to scroll through his phone as if he didn’t blast hellfire at you seconds before.

Sleep did not come easily. Even after Dabi put his phone away, he didn’t press up against you like he usually did at night. The empty space behind you was growing colder and harder to ignore.

You tossed and turned for a couple minutes, contemplating what to do. Apparently he was serious when he said he wouldn’t let you leave the room until he said so. So when was he gonna give you the all-clear?

Your stomach rumbled loudly, and you winced clutching it. Damn it. If only you had taken up his offer instead of throwing a tantrum.

Finally, after an excruciating 10 minutes more of deafening silence save for your weeping stomach, you cave in.

“Dabi.”

Silence.

“Dabi, you awake?” You prop yourself up on an elbow and peek over his shoulder. His eyes are closed, but his chest is moving too fast for a slumber.

“Look, I’m...I’m sorry I didn’t listen, okay? I should’ve eaten when you told me to.”

Nothing again.

“Hey.” You lightly shake his shoulder, but no response comes from him.

You sigh in frustration, tapping your fingers on the pillowcase. Suddenly, an idea comes to you, but it makes your stomach recoil in disgust and quiet down its grumbling. Desperation is a bitch.

“Can I make it up to you...?”

And finally, he turns around to face you, one cheek propped against his palm, a lazy grin complimenting his salacious gaze.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so earlier doll?”

You grimace in disgust, mixed emotions at your plan working.

“So what exactly did you have in mind, hmm?” He pouts condescendingly down at you, and you grit your teeth before letting him in on it.

“Um, well..I thought maybe I could...um, y’know, like..I wanna, um...” Oh god. This was more embarrassing than you thought. How are you supposed to ask your captor if you can suck his dick? Usually he just took you fighting tooth and nail, you never fully submitted like this before.

And he knows it too, based on the way his eyes gleam in the silver moonlight and shadows of lust cross his face while looking at your wide eyes and bitten bottom lip, your fidgeting fingers showing nothing but needing pure guidance.

But this isn’t supposed to be easy, he doesn’t want you to feel comfortable, he wants you to feel bad and make it up to him.

To give you a little push, however, he gives toga slight hint as he sits up and leans back against the rickety bedrest, folding his arms behind his head.

“So, what’s it gonna be sweetheart? ‘Gonna stare at me like that all night or are you gonna tell me how you’re gonna make this up to me?”

You look up at him, conflicted for a moment before solidifying your resolve. You shyly reach out a hand and touch the outside of his thigh, slowly rubbing and moving it closer up to the tent in his pelvis.

Oh, this is precious.

“What?” He sneers. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. You were pushing me away earlier, but now you wanna suck my dick? Make up your mind, babe.”

You wince and continue, not backing down from his mean comment. You knew he wanted this, he expected this from you. That’s why even though he’s spitting venom from his lips, his hips are bucking up into your hand as you stroke over his member.

Your fingers move nimbly up and down, around and under his thighs and dick, with him softly cursing in the background as he grows harder and harder.

“Stop being a tease and get to sucking. It’s what you were made for, anyways,” Dabi’s low voice comes out from in between little moans.

Your hand shakes a little bit as you fumble with the drawstrings on his pj’s, and he snickers at your inexperience. When you finally free his length, it bounces out like its on fucking hydraulics, precum beading up at the tip, his shaft coated with an intimidation Jacob’s Ladder.

He watches you lick your lips and he groans under his breath. You’re nervous and scared, but he’s wondering whose heart is beating faster right now. The hand which you use to hesitantly start pumping him is so much softer than his own, and even though he’s gotten fairly accustomed to your body and the feel of it, the sensations multiply tenfold when you do it willingly for him.

Dabi has half a mind to shove your head down onto his shaft when he feels like you’re stalling with your hands, however good they feel. He wants to see you sloppy with saliva dribbling down your chin like a baby.

But he waits. As excruciatingly painful as it is, he wants to see what you’re like when you do things at your own pace, and at your own...comfort? If you can even call it that.

Finally, finally after caving in from his silent flower you get the idea to put it in your mouth.

Your face contorts in disgust as you slowly lower your head and latch your lips onto the slippery bulb, hollowing your cheeks out and sucking hard at the tip.

Dabi hisses and juts his hips up into your mouth, furiously chewing at his burnt lower lip as he holds back a pornographic moan. He knows you’d be startled and embarrassed by it, so he refrains...for now.

That doesn’t mean he’s not gonna tell you what to do, though.

“Yeah, just like that. Suck it like an ice-pop. No, don’t use your teeth idiot. And fondle my balls while you’re at it, too.”

Instructions pour into your ears, one after another as you fumble around trying to satiate his needs. You’re clumsy, which makes it even messier and hotter for him. Various fluids coat your hand and the lower half of your face as you work on him, doing exactly what he says. Sucking and kitten-licking the tip, even going so far as to dip your tongue into the crevice of his tiny hole and rapidly lick up the massive amounts of pre bubbling up after doing so, spiraling your tongue down the piercings and on his shaft until you circle around his balls. Your spit helps as lube to slick up his dick as you pump your hand while nursing on his plush balls.

Dabi, of course, has a hand woven through your hair and randomly jerks down on your head when you hit a good spot. You can tell he’s trying his best to hold back from his way his body and arms shake in self restraint, so you know it’s time to finish things up before his control snaps.

You start stroking him even faster, squeezing a little harder when you move up on his tip and massaging his balls. The soft schlick schlick sounds echo throughout the quiet room, the rustling of his sheets as his legs move to their own accord mute the thudding of both your hearts.

You can tell his orgasm is about to come from the way his cheeks puff up and his chest heaves. Pulling away is futile, as the second he sees recognition in your eyes he finally does what he’s been wanting to do, and slams your head all the way down his length.

He starts actually face-fucking you now, all 7 1/2 inches tightly cramming in your throat. You retch and cry out around his dick, trying to pull your head back but he’s not having it; he pounds the back of your canal and you swear you’ll wake up with a bruised esophagus in the morning.

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck yes doll, fuck, just a little more, you’re doing so good, my little cumdump huh? You love me, yeah? Of course you do, of course you love your daddy, you’re never gonna leave me you’re gonna stay right here under me like the good little girl you are-“

Filth pours from his mouth as white ropes leave his cock, your already-filled throat flooding with his seed and leaking out of your strained mouth.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he waits for a moment or two, calming his breath down by taking deep inhales in place of his rapid panting. His breath deepens after a minute or two, but he still has an iron grip on the back of your head sealed so tight that the cum is trapped on the inside of your stretched lips.

“Mmmfh!” You cry out and beat at his knee. He finally looks down at focuses on you, squinting and laughing at your predicament.

“Aww what’s wrong, don’t wanna gargle my kids? Would you rather have them someplace else?” He shakes your head back and forth on his softening cock and more seed spills out over your mouth and around his groin.

You painfully pull your head up, and Dabi revels in how you look.

Teary-eyed, your hair a mess, cum and spit coating your mouth like a fucking whore.

You’ve never looked more beautiful to him than you have at that moment.

“Come on, clean me up,” he gestures to the mess on his body, and you grimace.

“Do I have to? I just did what you wanted me to-“

“I thought you were trying to make it up to me?” He raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down.

You sigh and try to do it quickly, ingesting the vile contents and avoiding his cruel grin.

After what seemed like a lifetime, you finish him off and flop down in bed, catching your breath.

“So, was that good enough? Can I go outside now?”

“It’s the middle of the night, where the hell would you go right now?” He fluffs up his pillow and pulls his pants back up, getting ready to actually sleep this time.

“Well, I mean yeah, but...you know what I mean, in the morning you’ll let me go out, right?”

He rolls over to face you, and you can’t decipher what emotion crosses his face as his position blocks out the moonlight. From his body rolled over, the light reflecting off the side of his head would almost make it seem like he had white hair.

“Who said anything about letting you go out?”

You gape at him for a moment, then chuckle nervously. “Come on, don’t freak me out like that. You said that if I made it up to you-“

“I said make it up to me, as in apologize for your bitchy attitude. I didn’t say anything about you leaving. You’re gonna have to do more than a shitty blowjob if you wanna leave this room.”

“Dabi!”

“What? I’m just complying with what you wanted. You didn’t wanna go with me, right? So, I’m playing by your rules.” He says simply, shrugging as if it’s no big deal.

Tears brim up in your eyes. “You’re an asshole.”

“Exactly. Which is why you’re not leaving until I say so.”

You turn over and scoot away from him, ignoring his scoff. But you suppose you couldn’t be too mad, after all.

You don’t know what you were expecting from a villain anyways.

I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

yandere ! BAKUGOU KATSUKI

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goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, breakup, possessiveness, jealousy

Just thinking about-

How much Bakugou beats himself up for not stopping you when you walked out the door. How much he hates himself for shouting out things he couldn't take back. How much he hates himself for not being able to stop the cruel words, even when he knew he was going too far.

But sometimes, shouting is all he's any good for. Making you cry is all he's good for.

And he hates it because when you stop shouting back at him because you're just crying too much to be able to speak and you run out to sleep at a friend's house or your parent's, he's left at home not even remembering what it was he was even fighting you about to begin with.

All he knows is that it's always something that isn't even your fault.

It's always something stupid.

Something about how you give congratulations, and say thank you, and smile and laugh at people's jokes, and compliment others, and involve yourself in things, and give advice, and help.

It all just makes him fester with unwarranted jealousy he can't control. And he yells at you for it.

And one of those times, when you think you've had a nice time out only to come home to his rage, you just don't bother coming back after you leave.

He tries forgetting about you, but he's never been too good at moving on.

And he just can't seem to stop missing you in absolutely everything.

Your breakfast coffee, that always had a spoon of chocolate in it and a quick pour of milk. Your plants, that he isn't able to keep alive. Your products, cluttering up the bathroom. Your clothes, adding some color to the otherwise dark laundry. Your spot on the couch, that's now just the empty space he puts all the pillows to pretend you're still sitting there.

And all those other things he used to complain about. How you would carry conversations for him because he isn't able to. How you would go out of your way to do chores that annoy him, to spare him the burden. How you would have dinner ready for him when he got home from work. How you would wash his hair in the shower. How you would rise up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek when he couldn't be bothered to bend down.

And the bed is so empty at night he can't even bring himself to fall asleep.

And he looks awful. He looks sick. He looks dying.

And when he meets in the grocery store his shopping cart is fifty percent alcohol and yours is a throwback to when you still lived together. Healthy and balanced and in a state that overall tells him you've moved on.

You say hey with a smile and glance at all the vodka and beer and ask if he's having a party with a laugh, and he's too embarrassed he lies and says yes.

And you smile like you always do and wish him a fun time before saying goodbye, and as you walk away he calls your name and tells you that you should come too for old times sake.

And just like he predicted, you take it as an olive branch and tell him you'll be there.

And he takes a look at his watch to see how many hours he has to plan the most romantic dinner for when you arrive at the empty house the two of you used to share.

And how many hours he eventually has to make a plan B if you decide not to forgive him.

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can i request PURGE ! BULLY BAKUGOU being just a massive psycopath??? cuz im really digging your psyco sadistic bakugou like in BEARTRAP, loooved that crazy bitch

goodiebag WARNINGS: purge, yandere, nsfw, dubcon/noncon, bondage, considering making this a story but for now a short imagine

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yandere ! purge ! BAKUGOU KATSUKI

No, because Purge ! Bakugou is the most sadistic fuck you’ve ever met. Breaking into your house with minimum effort. Hunting you like a ghost haunts its victims, taunting you in your own home with dark chuckles echoing in every room. Jacking off to your scared whimpers and that pretty face riddled with tears. 

But it’s enough fucking around after a while, and he comes out of hiding with a ski-mask tread over his face. Allowing you to see nothing but black and even more black once he knocks you out, only to wake up to a continuance of black where you’re tied up naked on a cold table with a blindfold bound around your head.

He wouldn’t want you to know who’s doing this just yet, that would take the fun out of it. Because it is funny to him, the many thoughts that must go tumbling through your brain, thinking you were unfortunate enough to be picked at random for this. Just a poor victim of the purge with shit luck. That's so hilarious he can't stop grinning.

He thinks it’s so fucking priceless how you haven't the slightest clue who’s touching you, having no idea who's crass brazen hands are leaving their mark on every inch of your soft skin. Completely unaware if whether it’s some gross sweaty old pervert or some filthy ugly incel taking all their issues out on your pretty body. Entirely in the dark to the fact that it’s your lifelong childhood friend who’s come to remind you of the vows you made on the playground when you were kids.

He’s going to have a lot of fun with you before the day lets up and the purge ends. 

His speech is contorted through a device and you quake once the dark vocals start speaking to you.

“You know... when quirkless little sluts like you think it’ll be enough to hide behind a simple door lock, I start to think you want this.” The stranger says and your wrists wring themselves raw in your bonds as his coarse fingers rub between the exposed lips of your pretty cunt.

He smirks at how much you shiver, licking his teeth. He bets you regret not taking up his offer of protection now, laughing at how you soak the blindfold with tears. Laughing at how your soft plush thighs quake around his arm as he props and pumps you knuckle-deep with both his longest digits. His smirk sharpens with more cruel snickers when you start getting drippy and extra sensitive, his eyes wide when you pulsate on his hand in a series of shockwaves and your toes in a curl with a sweet little moan ripped from your chest. He retracts his hand and leaves you panting once your chest falls back down from arching in ecstasy, watching strings of slick snap between his fingers before looking back at your body and how you glow with dew and shake with cute post spasms.

“Looks like I caught a fucking freak.” He mocks with a laugh and you cry more violently while trying to close your legs despite the ropes tied around each ankle keeping you spread like a starfish.

“Please, mister- please- no more-” You beg, but your captor just scoffs.

“Mister?” The voice echoed in gruesome chuckles, cracked up and even more content with his choice of staying anonymous. “A pretty slut like you can handle more than that.”

You heard a zipper go undone and your heart started beating painfully much faster than before, your head hot and your throat tight and getting tighter with the swelling of panic you choked on. 

“Ain’t that right? Quirkless?” He whispered hot agaisnt your wet cheek and not even a blindfold and voice-modulator could hide who it was.

Insane crazy yandere kinky Bakugou please! Like he loves to dress his darling up in Lolita dresses with intricate lace and bows and thigh-highs and poofy skirts that don’t even reach lower than her ass and take pictures of her sitting on his bed until he just can’t take it anymore and rushes her with the most depraved lustful kisses and touches

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, hints of dubcon/noncon, size difference, terrified reader

TIP-JAR

kinky yandere ! BAKUGOU KATSUKI

The contrast is nauseating. 

He’s too big. Too tall and too strong. Thick threatening muscles lined with scars like a tiger. A set of hefty shoulders on a torso so broad you find yourself shunning yourself each time the slightest silly thought of uproar surfaces. 

He’s too scary for you to ever dare anyway. His red eyes are sadistic enough alone to make you whimper the way he looks you up and down. 

It doesn’t help that he’s dressed in only black. Black boxers and black sweats hanging low around his waist, showing the fine-toned muscles of his pelvis and the manly happy trial of blond curls growing thickly from beneath the band to his briefs up to his belly button. Black tank showing off as much upper body strength as possible, taking heavy breaths like a beast, chest rising and falling along with a large black camera. The heavy-duty weapon hanging ‘round his naked neck, snapping pictures of you dolled up in all lovely intricacies. 

You can’t help but flinch each time the light flashes, the snap sounding like gunshots. And he can't help but chuckle each time you do, loving how you jump and bounce a bit on the bed, your tiny fists balling up the plush layers of tulle and lace to your poofy skirt as you press your knees tighter together, the tiny black shiny shoes adorning your feet clicking as they bob against each other with each of your shivers where they dangle off the bed just like a decorative doll sat on a mantle. 

The pink skirt to your overly extra dress lay perfectly spread like a disk around you with a silly white apron tied tight around your midsection, fastened with a great large bow on your back. All in all making you feel humiliatingly stupid. With no thanks to the equally silly white bonnet situated on your head with just as ridiculously enormous bows tied above each ear. Looking so adorably sheepish beneath its shadow, your pretty face sweetened with that lovely look of anxiety he loves so much. Such a perfect picture with those sparkly eyes welling with tears. One or two of them splashed down on the white of your apron as you sniffled a hiccup upon the harsh flash of another picture.

Your captor growled as he viewed the last set of images, or perhaps it was a groan. You peeked up from looking down at your hands folded neatly upon your lap to find what you’d been dreading. He gave the constrained area of his crotch a tug and hissed out another scary sound that had you whimper all the more.

Despite all the hefty sets of inane layers to your getup, he never ever bothered to dress you in the first. 

Underwear would just make it complicated.

Levi’s unbelievably quick to move you behind him all the while beating the filth, smacking they’re head into the wall before kicking them to the floor

If you don’t pull him back Levi will end up leaving a bunch of scars for them to remember even through drunken haze

After Levi’s rage is drained, slightly panting as he turns to you dragging you out of the room full of tense soldiers into the fresh air

Levi’s grip on you never faltering as he looks over you for any sign of harm, mumbling out your name before stopping, staring you in the eyes before apologizing

He should’ve kept an eye on you along with those around him, he’s sorry you wouldn’t have been in this situation if he just protected you better

Interrupt him if you must, but don’t let him feel bad about something he couldn’t have known about, a small kiss is all it takes for Levi to get back to what’s important

The rest of the night is comfort, assuring that no one else will ever get the opportunity to even come as close as that man did ever again as Levi holds you close tracing his fingers along your back, your safe with him

What in the fuck were you thinking?! Your going to die out there holy shit

The moment he’s made aware Levi doesn’t hesitate to find you, preparing extra air tanks and weapons before going on his exposition for you, ignoring whatever comments anyone made, he must go he can’t leave you to just die

Every guard was questioned on his way to you, learning the general direction you went and which walls you surpassed, and no shit Levi’s faster than you’ll ever be, flying overhead of each building crossing each area with ease, commanding each guard to keep a eye out and take whatever measures possible to restrain you

There’s a good chance he’ll find you about to scale the last wall, watching you hesitate as Titans claw at the sides beneath you knowing that with the lack of air left in your gear there’s not a chance you will survive before walking up to you

Levi’s quick to disarm you, throwing aside your blades and kicking you down on your ass, pure anger obvious on his face, whatever chance you had to be free from this man is gone even if you could crawl your way off the edge, Levi would never let you escape him

Out of all the shit this mans been through has surely developed a bunch of yandere traits

The cruel reality is that he’s lost so many people in his life, left to thrive on his own and make his own judgements to survive

But you, Levi couldn’t take his eyes off you, being intrigued from the little he can see of you

Levi never gets attached to anyone, he’s forced himself not to after losing his closet family, but you kept on finding your way past his emotional wall and hell you barely even spoke to him

After several sleepless nights filled with questions of you, why your the special one that ran through his thoughts, why he couldn’t shut you out, Levi finally made his way through paperwork to transfer you under his lead

From what Erwin and Hanji see in your history reports Levi had absolutely no reason to recruit you, rather you were qualified for where you already were, a low chance possibly of a titan fight was a good suit for you, to protect instead of being in the front lines

They both make passive jokes at him for it, ones that Levi constantly pushes to the side, it seems only he can see the possibilities you possess

Levi’s possessive, protective and obsessive

Out of all the years of having no one you made your way through his barriers without even knowing it, even if Levi doesn’t believe in true love it still brings out his curiosity, slowly bringing him to accept you

It’s noticeable too, every cadet mentions it and calls Levi out on favoritism before getting yelled at

Once Levi lets you into his life you aren’t leaving, which both leads to his possessive and protective trait

He’s seen some shitty ass people, and know that none of the people you work with are acceptions, Levi doesn’t want you going through anything he’s been through, even if it’s just insults and jabs he’ll destroy whoever harms you either mentally or physically

Rarely lets you come out on a expedition, to go beyond the safety of the walls is a absolute no, both as your commander and love interest he forbids you from going anywhere beyond where your safe, at least not with out him

Maybe on rare occasion he’ll take you to the edge of the wall, just to stare above it all and admire the sun setting along the horizon of trees, just to give you a feeling of freedom with him, Levi will get you true freedom, within a lot of time of course

Is not afraid to break a mans wrist for mocking and harassing you, imagine what will happen if inappropriately touches you

That filth will spend months in the hospital, multiple areas wrapped up in bandages and stitched up, flinching anytime they see Levi once they’re healed not even daring to be within 10 feet of you

He might not seem like one for affection, and honestly he isn’t, but wouldn’t complain if you were to show your affection now and then

Long supporting hugs mixed in with little comments of praise will do Levi well, especially within his mental state

Yandere Jerome Valeska w/ Childhood friend!reader would include: 

Note: Mentions of Abuse, toxic relationship 

Jerome endured a horrific upbringing that included his mother’s abuse, that of her partners, that of his uncle, and lastly, Jeremiah’s abandonment. He remembered Cicero’s counsel at his 9th birthday, that he ought to accept the truth that the world didn’t care about him. But what does that old man know? He had someone who cared; you; his sole friend and the only good thing in his life. 

Even as a child, Jerome was very possessive. As mentioned before, you were the only good thing to happen to him in a long time. He grew up to have a mindset where you both are against the world; that’s he your only friend, who knows and understands you more than anyone else. While most didn’t see it, at such a young age, you were able to identify that something was ‘wrong’ with Jerome.

Once, you invited a friend over to play with you and Jerome, which infuriated him. While you were going down the slides, Jerome pushed your friend into the slide face down. This resulted in them breaking their nose, which also resulted in the parents questioning Jerome. Wanting to protect Jerome, you lied and claimed they fell instead. After that incident, you never brought another friend again. 

As much as Lila didn’t like you around her son; she had no choice. When she tried separating you for the first time, Jerome seemed unhinged, almost on the verge of snapping. No amount of beating or ‘punishments’ could calm him. For the first time after Jeremiah; she was terrified of what he could do. When allows him to see you again, Jerome goes back to his normal old self. But Lila was unaware of how much she dug her own grave. 

When Jerome realizes that he sees you more than a friend, he accepts it rather quickly. He wants to spend his entire life with you on his side. So in his mind, it makes complete sense for him to see you through a romantic lens. His love of ideas is a bit twisted, though. His mother didn’t show it and his only guidance is those romantic comedies he watched with you, but then again, they aren’t the best example either. 

When he killed his mother, Jerome finally felt free. Not only will he no longer suffer under her abuse; she won’t get in the way between you and him ever again. He’s excited to tell you what he’s done, but has to clean up the scene. And while Cicero advises him not to inform you about his deeds, Jerome tunes him out. You’re his best friend. You’ll never leave or turn him in. You would lie to protect him as you always did growing up. 

Eventually, Jerome was questioned about his mother’s disappearance leading to his arrest, then being sent to Arkham Asylum. The staff had to deal with his violent and unpredictable behavior, hence, why they had you visit him so often. It was the only way to get him on his ‘good’ behavior. But he’d get angry whenever the guards would stay in the room, but for the moment, he doesn’t let it show. It can be unsettling how casual he’s about the whole thing. 

Once Jerome is out of the asylum, he’s so eager to see you again. While he may be a little hurt, if you had a hand in his arrest, he could never be truly mad at you. He’ll hold you close to him. Speaking as if it’s an everyday thing for him to break into your place. 

If there’s one thing about Jerome is he’s very open about his feelings. He casually confesses his ‘love’ for you. No matter what you do, he’ll continue loving you. Betray him in any way, it’s fine, he forgives you after some psychological punishment. Telling Jerome that you hate him will not deter him in the least. And while he professes his love of you in front of everyone, no one dares to use you against him, as they know Jerome will burn down all of Gotham if anything were to happen to you.

Heyy, can I request sfw and nsfw relationship headcanon about natsu with a fem s/o pls? Thank you!

I tried not to make this too long-

Natsu(SFW)

Natsu is actually pretty easy-going with this relationship thing, even though he was totally anxious at first. He gets used to it faster than you thought. Apparently, Natsu will start to relax around you a lot more since you’re his girlfriend. He was way more up tight when you were just his crush, and the conversations weren’t even conversations

Natsu is always taking you out to eat, as dates too. The dates are always some place he knows really well, nowhere fancy really. He really just wants to spend time with you when he can, he’s always taking quests. If you do join his group though, he’d be super excited about going with you. 

Natsu will certainly brag about you, especially to Grey. “Check out my girlfriend, she’s so strong.” Natsu will actually want to go on quests with just you sometimes, wanting to be your main support. Natsu DOES back you up, he can get real scary if he sees you get hurt. He knows you can take care of yourself but he’s the backup.

Natsu doesn’t get jealous, well that’s what Natsu said. He’s gotten jealous plenty of times. Maybe he can’t point out that emotional response of his. Natsu is also possessive, he doesn’t want anyone to have you now that you’re his. Natsu considers you his long-lost mate. 

Natsu is big on PDA, he finds the hand-holding so adorable. When he sees you reaching for his hand or hesitating to grab it, he immediately intertwines his fingers with yours. Natsu gives playful kisses, he wants you to laugh and smile. That’s what Natsu wants to bring you - Happiness. That’s what he wants affection to be like for both of you, comfortable and not afraid to be affectionate.

Natsu loves to spoon you, or have your legs draped over one another. Natsu also hugs your waist sometimes as he starts to doze off. Cuddling also allows him to take in your scent. Your scent surprisingly always drives him crazy when he hasn’t seen you in a while. Wanting nothing but to hold you close and forget about the days activities.

NSFW 

Natsu will be rough, that’s for sure. He tries to be gentle but stuff like this drives him crazy. You two being intimate surely sets off his dragon instincts. Natsu surely wants to breed you, though he has a thing for seeing his cum on your stomach, face, chest, or back. He sees this as claiming you as his, and no one else’s. 

Natsu has a thing for your ass, thighs, and chest. Your chest is something he can mark up and there’s not a spot that his lips hasn’t touched on your chest. He also marks up your thighs when he goes down on you. He enjoys the sight of the purple marks on your thigs and chest. Natsu appreciates your clothes as they hug your ass, he has to look away as soon as he sees you in such clothing. 

Natsu normally goes into heat, no biggie. Like any other dragon, he’s feral and rough isn’t even the word to say it. Even inch of the room smells like cum. Nobody has seen you in a week, and when they do see you, you can hardly walk. Even though it happens twice an year, it’s a time where you will be completely worn out.

Natsu has a bunch of kinks, breeding kink, dominance, gagging, impact play, and voyeurism. Natsu does like watching you gag on his fingers, the noise turns him on. Face it, Natsu will always be the one in control. Natsu does enjoys a tiny bit of impact play, but only slapping butts. He would never hurt you or try to force anything on you. So, Natsu does set boundaries. 

Natsu loves when you give him oral, your tongue feels good - too good. Natsu tries to hold back on the bucking if you don’t like it. Though, his instinct kicks in once in a while. Natsu doesn’t mind setting the pace. The way your mouth and lips takes his cock so well, drives him crazy. He forces your head down when he’s about to cum, letting out a gravely moan to express how good this orgasm feels. 

Natsu tries to go slow in love-making but he can’t help his need to be rough with you, manhandle you. Use you to his liking. Natsu has a lot of stamina, and will always last longer than you. Meaning you have no chance in making him cum before you do. 

Yandere Katsuki Bakugou / Dynamite Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere tendencies (possessiveness, kidnapping, forced affection, etc.), cussing, tracking device, mentions of handcuffs/chains, mention of untreated trauma, injury mentions, killing, knocking out/drug mention, and that's all. Please tell me if I missed anything!!

Authors Note: do not own this character! Nor do I don't approve of yandere's behavior in real life. All the characters I write are aged up: to 21 or older. Thank you for the request. I had a lot of fun writing Katsuki! Sorry if this is a bit short or less detailed, I was writing this while in the docters office.

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Request(ed?): Yes! - Hello Love!! Hope you're okay and safe. Could you please do bakugou as your yandere? The same anon you did for overhaul, I loved it, and your writing is so descriptive, wish you the best. Love ya <333 – submitted by anonymous.

Bakugou Katsuki is a different man from when he was in high school; he's still short-tempered, aggressive, and semi-confident, but he's nicer, at least to the other heroes. He can have a conversation with Deku, Shoto, and Ingenium. But he's still harsh, not afraid to yell at someone to fuck off or glare at them to zip it.

Due to Katsuki's background and untreated trauma, he tends to have high amounts of trust issues. He would only fall for you if you were someone he knew for a long period of time (3-6 years of friendship) or knew him in UA High School. There’s a high chance you would be a doctor, seeing him come in quite often with many, many bruises and cuts. You’d help him bandage him after a rough battle on a mission, or you could be a high secretary, working at his agency, working closely with him.

His obsession slowly unhinges when he starts to realize he’s in love with you, which turns into an emotional wreck. Everything is triggering to him: more threats/glares and chaos all around his agency. Kirishima or Shoto has to calm him down before he breaks a chair again. Not that he hates the idea of love you, but he hates why he feels this way: anxiety rolling all over his body whenever he sees you leave or go on a date. Slowly, he starts to realize that you need a real man, someone who can take care of you and make sure you're okay.

He would only kidnap you if it’s the last option on the table, either you start dating someone else, decide to quit working for him, or get hurt pretty badly (ex. Broken bones, concussion, needing stitches, etc.). Though, that’s a rare chance, even though he’s very possessive, he’s scared that you’ll hate him or change your opinion of him. Which causes him to do a semi-normal approach and try to create more than a friendship with you.

If he does kidnap you, he most likely will drug you. He’d invite you over to his house, telling you he cooked too much food and wanted you to have some. Once you come over and start to eat, you notice he hasn’t eaten, slowly falling out of consciousness as you pass out.

He baby-proofs the whole house, making sure everything is tight and secured, not wanting you to get hurt. You're even allowed to roam free around the house you share; however, he does keep a firm lock on everything that you could escape from. He also implanted a tracker into your neck when you were knocked out, which leads to him knowing your location 24/7 in case you (somehow) did run away/escape.

Even though he loves you to death, he is not beyond killing people if they get in his way, including your family members, partners, or someone flirting with you. All he cares about is you and having you.

His yandere behavior is possessive, overprotective, and violent. He tends to follow you around like a lost puppy, holding you, kissing, and biting your neck gently whilst mumbling ‘I love you and only you’. He's very expressive on how he loves you, telling you he loves you while making direct eye contact or having his arms around you.

The way he shows his affection is awkward at first, as he grew up in a household that was loud and obnoxious; he didn't really care to get hugged or kissed on, so once he brings you into your home; he's on you 24/7. He loves holding hands with you, hugging you, kissing your face, cheeks, and shoulders. He craves physical touch and mostly keeps him at bay whenever he's had a hard day.

Out of everything, he's not the worst, as long as you follow his rules. If you do act obedient, (don’t try to run away or break out), you get all the things you want/or like. If you're into reading, you have a whole room dedicated to books, along with a big window that can only be opened with a remote control button. Gaming? You have a full setup, with rainbow LED lights and 3 monitors. He will spoil you rotten, loving on you, and reminding you that you belong to him and him only.

But, if you decide to break his rules, he tends to get a bit aggressive with you. He locks you in a room, removing everything you liked and only leaving the mattress, a hanging light bulb, and thin clothes. He wouldn’t talk to you, only glaring at you once he delivers food and water (2 times) twice a day. Once you've craved enough: crawling back at him, he'll accept it, but he will keep an eye on you more than last time.

He never hurts you (physically). If he does get irritated by you, either you yelling at him to let you go, or you did something to cause a (big) reaction out of him: he leaves the room, breaking the door in process; not that he doesn’t mean too, he just gets pissed off that you don’t seem to understand that you need him, that everyone else is bad for you and you can rely on him.

Even though he lashes out sometimes, he’s super gentle with you; almost if he raises his voice, you’ll shatter like glass. He tries his hardest not to yell at you or around you, fearing you’ll change your opinion of him. His dream with you is to be dependent on him, holding him after a long day of work. However, only a man's patience can last so long.

As long as you keep to his expectations (being good), he would love you and wouldn't ever hurt you. Sadly, you'll slowly start to give into him, causing you to be dependent on him, which is what he has and always wanted.

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